:: Angel In Heaven ::

Just like most daughters out there, I believe my daddy was and is the greatest. I had my dad in my life for 28 years, and in my heart longer. I lost my father, April 15,1996. Not a moment goes by that I don't think of my daddy. I think of all the good times and the bad times. As the time goes by, the pain has gotten lesser, but the memories are still vivid. This page will be about my dad, my dad and mom, and about the life we had together. It will be about the hardship he had to go through, the main one was having to go on Kidney Dialysis.


December, 1989
In December of 1989, my dad had taken sick. My mother would call me at home or work and tell me that a ambulance was on the way for him. We were told different things, such as he was having a appendicitis attack, or it was an intestinal flu. He would get down in the floor and just couldn't get up. Finally the last time he went to the hospital they found that his heart was enlarged, they ran tests and found that my dad had went into renal failure. They tried to give his kidney's a start jump with steroids to see if they would start working again. But they didn't. That was the first time I had ever seen my daddy cry. It broke my heart and my mothers heart. We didn't know the technology that was available. We all thought that dad would be connected to a machine the rest of his life. I think dad thought his life was over then. His Doctor came into the room to talk to mom and dad. He explained to all of us that dad would live a normal life with the help of Dialysis. He would go 3 times a week for 4 hours and receive a treatment. It would wear daddy out, but he never complained out loud. This continued until 1993 when his name came up for a kidney transplant.

Daddy had received his transplant, all went well.We were all there for him. My mother,bless her heart, stayed right there by his side. When he finally came home, he was on dozens of new medicines.His whole attitude changed,caused by the side effects of the meds. Most was anti-rejection medicines.But we didn't care, my dad was Dialysis FREE.This continued for almost a year to the day. He then found out that the kidney he had, went bad. He never complained though when he had to start the dialysis again. He would just smile and say "If I have to then I have to". But this was typical of dad, he took everything that was given to him without complaining.

Complications
Dad continued Dialysis for the rest of his life. When he passed away, I felt for a long time like I could have done something to help prevent it. I had wanted to give my dad one of my kidney's. He wouldn't even think of it. He was afraid the same thing would happen to me or one of my children and they would need one mine. We had found out later,(even though my parents tried to keep it from me), that my dad had a bad heart. He had suffered a heart attack. He didn't even know he had one. But once again he never complained. The shunts in his arms for his Dialysis had clogged up in 1996, (they had done this before), It was supposed to be same day surgery. It turned out that they wanted to keep dad overnight just to make sure he didn't start bleeding. He had had plenty of overnight stays at the hospital and plenty of surgeries some of them major ones. We all thought that he would be home the next day, but he didn't come. I didn't even get to see him that night. I had went home that afternoon and rested up for work that night. I got a phone call from a relative that night that the hospital had called a code blue on my daddy. By the time I got to the hospital he was already gone. My family and friends tried to keep it from me so my mother could tell me. But I already knew in my heart. I remember seeing my daddy laying there so peaceful. I knew he was at rest finally, but it hurt like no other hurt before. He was so beautiful, he had the most peaceful smile on his face. It was sometime later that I realized he did go home. It was the hardest time of mine, my mothers, my brothers, and my childrens life. We all tried to stay strong for each other. I still remember that night at the hospital when I saw my brother pull up outside. I remember running to him, and I remember us standing there holding on to each other and his words to me, "He don't have to have anymore needles", "No more needles". My mother was a saint throughout everything. You don't find very many people nowadays who will stick my your side in times of sickness, but she did. Right to the end she stayed by my dad's side, taking care of him the best that she could do. I Love You Mom.


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Wayne Nelson Bostick
August 15,1947-
April 15,1996

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